By my Window

In the early evening

when light comes in

through the sheer curtain

I

sit

contently

in the room.

I watch

how the sunlight

touches

and caresses

my space.

I watch scenes

unfolding

in my cul-de-sac.

Lovers holding hands.

A mother pushing her twins in a buggy.

A dad talking on the phone

as his young son pedals his red bike

with training wheels.

An elderly man, his shoulders stooped,

rummaging in the recycling box

on my neighbour’s curb.

I watch the world outside

filtered through the lens

of

who I am

who I was

where I come from

and

where I want to be.

I witness the world outside

and watch

how the sun

touched

and

caressed

me

how it

healed me

with its light.

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